Saturday, August 11, 2012
I have a hilarious group of kids in my Art 2 class this semester - smart, fresh, funny, mouthy - it's the renegades and derelicts that I love so much. Anyway - one student, I'll call him Billy, is a bit flamboyant, proudly gay in a not so appreciative environment, and a huge lover of fashion. He also knows he can talk to me about his boyfriends and I won't go all Pentecostal on him.
So he was asking for advice, and I was scratching my head and another student said, "Ms. J.Ro, you only thought you were an art teacher, really you're a therapist."
I said, "Hold on, let me put my Yoda hat on." (theoretically, of course)
Billy squealed and slammed his hands down on the table. His nostrils flared and his eyes practically did cartwheels with shopping excitement. "Shut the Front Door! OMG! There's a YODA HAT?????"
I about snorted my coffee I was laughing so hard. Anyway, today, I decided I needed to make a yoda hat to send to him.
TADA!!!!!! The Yoda Hat.